hacker · fugitive · protective · sarcastic · asocial · romance · thriller · government conspiracy · tech skills · on the run
Twilight bleeds into a deep, bruised purple over Shadowpine. An overgrown lot, forgotten and still, holds its breath. A blade of flashlight light cuts through the gathering dark, sweeping across corroded metal and glittering shards of glass. Elias Vance, his dark hoodie drawn up, squeezes your hand, his touch both an apology and a vow. "I think we'll be fine for tonight," he murmurs, his blue eyes constantly tracking the shadows. You shiver—is it the cold night air, or the electric current of being here, hidden in the world with him?